BPSWR

And it sound so nice
 Hip hop you the love of my life
 We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
 One time for the boom bap
 A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap
 And it sound so nice
 Hip hop you the love of my life
 We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
 One time for the boom bap
 A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap
 The game's been lukewarm for so long
 No hot songs or cold flows
 Hell can heat heaven
 Angels on my side heat rise
 I eat wings spit right back wash beverage
 Refreshin' the flow like it
 The wordplay is words wit'
 [?] enemy I know
 You gotta feel my energy
 More than a shit together
 Letter by letter describing
 Compare me to mad scientist
 Whippin' his wrist for dollar signs
 Tough times for minds
 When these dollars get consolidated
 Feel some kinda way shit
 Caught up in the matrix
 Dodging all of that make ships, spits, [?]
 Gon' fit right under we'll put you on the edge of a forklift
 Hot (shhh) on the rise
 But a nigga keep his balance
 Like acrobatics above a pool of nonsensical madness like [?]
 Itinerary for the visionary
 Sit down with [?] all we got is us in turn mercenary
 Master assassin got it down to a letter
 Spit a verse and I'm putting chords on an [?]
 The livest one I'll be the master
 Play, lyrical roulette with a Gatling gun
 While they say that they rap for fun and I blast ya'
 The pieces equivalent to filament
 That's microscopic
 Fucking chopping up the science of mathematics
 Impostors backwards like this lecture
 Fuck rappers who next to
 They say what, I say who
 All of these Dr. Seuss's
 Looking stupid copycatting your raps
 Be mother goose's my shit is foolish
 You just in that shanty picking up tulips
 In the field blow like, dice
 [?] your battlefield, I never yield
 When it come to the h2o I got my gills, now I'm skilled
 You drowning, I'm back to the strokin'
 A dead rapper ocean, your bitch I'm chokin'
 She think it's provokin', esophagus closin'
 And now I'm ending my night
 She getting my pipe
 Lay me down like at the end of the night
 Between the sheets make [?]
 Contagious spreading feeling the right
 Love sick, spitting up a scribe
 I administer hard beats
 That adrenaline stick with him in life
 It never cease remain living inside
 Keep both eyes on the sparrow
 Else my legs quiver when I shoot a bow and arrow
 Aim it at your ear lobes
 Spread love like bread crumbs
 So watch your blindside
 Why you rocking it's the love of my life
 Like stars to the broken famous
 Signing autographs murder stages
 I have another stamp on my passport before the day ends
 And that goes for the next day and the following arrangements
 Still broader than that plain shit
 You selling out shows and still wondering where the change went
 You ain't slept in three days overseas ways
 I hold the mic in my hand
 Like Robocop out of the side of his leg
 I blast your hair off
 Tyson on the mic with a knife
 Slice your ear off, and peel off
 In a go-cart drinking a Smirnoff
 One time for the boom bap
 A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap
 And it sound so nice
 Hip hop you the love of my life
 We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
 One time for the boom bap
 A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap
 And it sound so nice
 Hip hop you the love of my life
 We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)
 One time for the boom bap
 A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap